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��THE DIAL.

��1 HIS shadow on the Dial's face,

That steals from day to day, With slow, unseen, unceasing pace,

Moments, and months, and years away ; — This shadow, which, in every clime,

Since light and motion first began, Hath held its course sublime ; —

What is it ? Mortal Man !

It is the scythe of Time : — A shadow only to the eye ;

Yet, in its calm career, It levels all beneath the sky ;

And still, through each succeeding year.

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